Kronos Unveiled Art Novels & Stories

There was a minimalist steel outline of the bluff’s profile. And then there was the one from a collective of young artists who’d grown up here during the fight. Their proposal was titled “The Underbrush, Forged.” It was a conceptual piece: a section of the original, infamous clay pipe, excavated and cast in bronze, but left unfinished, with native plants—real, living salal and kinnikinnick—planted to grow through and around it. At its base, a small, durable screen would display a rotating code. When scanned, it would lead to the digital kiosk archives.

It was unwise to do so. “The young man was strong, but an angry Cronos was more than a match for anyone. It was amazing that he was able to last that long in the first place. And that was only true because Cronos didn’t think me worthy enough to have him use his most treasured artefacts. The Clock of Eternity for instance, was left in his residence when he came chasing after me. He basically came after me naked.”